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The humid evening air drags along Sonic’s fur as he walks along the familiar hallway, looking for the apartment he’s grown to know so well in the last few months. Stopping in front of the black metallic door, Sonic takes a moment to make sure his clothes (a simple t-shirt and some comfortable shorts) are not too shabby, before he’s knocking on the door.  

Not even a moment later, he’s looking at Rouge as the door swings open, noting her own comfortable attire of a crop top and pink sweatpants as she welcomes him inside.  

“Gaia, you would not believe the week I’ve had, Blue.” She bemoaned, moving deeper into the apartment where two dark couches furnished the living area, plopping down on one with a sigh.  

Sonic toed off his shoes before moving to join her, making himself at home on the couch next to her. Sonic eyes all the things set out neatly on the table; two bottles of water, a mountain of snacks, a lighter, filters, rolling papers, a used grinder, a small and almost empty baggie, and two neatly rolled blunts.   

“I bet, seems like you’re all ready to go.” He jokes, leaning forward to grab both the cigarettes and passing one to Rouge.  

“I’ve been ready since Tuesday.” She sighed, leaning closer to allow him to light the end of her blunt.  

They lounge together, smoking and talking as they both unwind from the stresses of the month, which had become a regular routine for them recently. Rouge details about the annoyance of her recent missives, sending her to some of the worst corners of the globe on G.U. N’s whim.   

Sonic takes his time to complain about how bored and restless he had been lately, thanks to the unknown whereabouts of Eggman, left to only dispose of the occasional badnik or keep up appearances. Rouge had tsked with an eyeroll before taking another long drag.  

Even long after the blunts were smoked, they stayed slouched on the couch, enjoying their highs and chattering about everything under the sun, until the sound of the door opening rouses them.  

Sonic is too engrossed in the fuzz clouding his brain to take much notice, but Rouge sits up with a laugh, waving lazily over the back of the couch to whoever had entered. Distantly, he can hear them chatting, uninterested in the conversation, until they come into his view.  

A shadow blocks out the ambient glow of the lamp, grabbing his attention as he blinks the clouds away from his eyes to look up at-  

“Oh? Shadow!”  

Shadow stands in front of them, dressed in his black combats and a black t-shirt which signals his arrival from being away with G.U.N. The duffle bag slinked over his shoulder solidifies that.  

The hybrid looks down at them with an unreadable expression, though his brow is furrowed into the frown Sonic recognises. A black nose twitches for a moment, as he takes in the smell, before he turns his attention to Rouge.  

“What is he doing here?”  

Just as Sonic opens his mouth to respond, a hand slaps over his mouth, his eyes sliding to the side to see Rouge holding him quiet.  

“Oh, don’t you worry about him. Me and Blue are just here relaxing, we won’t bother you too much, Honey.” She smiles sweetly, giving Sonic a pointed luck that screams “ Don’t push it” before she removes her hand from his mouth.  

Sonic just licks distractedly at his lips, staring up as Shadow glares down. They hold silent eye contact for a few seconds, before Shadow is huffing and turning to walk past them and to his own room.  

He’s almost in the safety of his own four walls when the sound of Sonic’s voice calls out.  

“Feel free to join us, Shads,” The sight of Shadow’s glare pointed back at him pulls a curl to his lip, “You know, if you want to. No pressure.”  

At this Shadow snickers, “Hah. To join you gossiping about your mundane existence? Don’t make me laugh.” And with that the room to his door slams shut.  

A second later, Rouge’s hand is smacking the tip of his ear hard, scowling over at him.  

“You never know when to shut your mouth.”  

Sonic pouts as he rubs his ear, shooting her a wounded look in hopes that she will give him sympathy, before resuming his slouch on the couch.  

With a shrug he says, “Never hurts to try, right?”  

Sonic’s monthly visits to Rouge’s apartment have him bumping into the hybrid more often, Shadow usually getting home just as the two are amid an enthusiastic storytelling or spontaneous nap on the couches.  

Whenever Sonic manages to catch the other’s attention as he quietly slinks through the apartment to his room, he and Rouge both would call out their offers for the agent to join them. Each time they were met with a scoff, a head shake, and then the slam of a door.  

That is until one day when Sonic finds himself walking again down the familiar hall and stopping in front of the familiar door.  

Sonic checks his last message from Rouge as he stands outside the apartment, re-reading the door code before punching it into the keypad and stepping inside. The apartment is dark except for the last lingering flickers of sunlight peeking through the blinds, as he moves into the living area he presses on one of the lamps nearby.  

The apartment is empty and silent.  

Plopping down on the couch, Sonic empties the contents of his backpack onto the coffee table. Lazily he got to work, rolling up two perfect blunts while he waited for Rouge to get home, knowing that she would be eager to start as soon as she gets in.   

He brought his own up to his mouth, fiddling around with the lighter for a moment until it was lighting up the tip, a small wisp of smoke rising as he took the first slow drag. He settled back onto the couch and made slow work of the blunt, feeling the days tension practically leak out of him as he became one with the couch.  

After a while he reaches out for his phone, checking the time to see how long Rouge would be and instead finding an unread message from her.  

I’m caught up at the club, probably won’t be back until late. Let's resched 🙁  

With a long sigh more smoke spills from his lungs and out into the quiet living room as he processes the text. Well, it was too late to reschedule now, he’d already practically finished the first blunt. With another sigh, he brought it back to his lips to continue.  

No use wasting it , he reasoned.  

He sinks further into the couch, letting the relaxation smother him as he enjoys the quiet of the late evening.   

Sonic is suddenly alerted out of his reverie by the sound of someone punching in the door code, followed by the light from the hall washing over him as the stranger steps inside. The heavy and recognisable clunk of air-shoes registers in his brain before he’s looking up at two red eyes.   

Shadow comes forward to stand directly in front of the hero, dressed in his usual combats and a black shirt.  

“Explain to me why you’re in my house. Alone.” Comes his low voice, the tone leaving little room for nonsense.  

Sonic blinks up at him dreamily, trying to move past the sight in front of him.  

“Uhh... Uh- Rouge was supposed to be here too, I’m just gonna finish this then I’ll be gone.” His fingers bring up the dwindling blunt up to his lips and he takes another long drag.  

One of Shadow’s fingers twitches, “It stinks in here. You’ll leave now -”  

Sonic lets out a dramatic whine, rolling his head onto the back of the couch.  

“Jeeeeez! I came here to relax ! If you keep yelling at me, I’m gonna start seeing monsters or something and then you’ll know about it.” He pouts.  

Shadow looks over him curiously, as if trying to analyse the blue hedgehog in front of him.  

“Why are you being more annoying and stubborn than usual?” He sighs, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently.  

Sonic holds up the cigarette again, showing it off with a twirl of his hand before taking another puff. He lets out the smoke with a long sigh, smiling up at the hybrid lazily.  

“Mmhm. Probably because of this. I- Oh!” He sits up straight in a flash, leaning around Shadow to grab his bag from the table and holding out the other neatly rolled cigarette, “This was for Rouge, but I guess if you want you can have it.”   

Shadow just stares down blankly at him, waiting for the hero to finish his joke. When all he gets in return is silence and a sleepy grin, Shadow levels him with a scoff.  

“Please, we both know this won’t have an effect on me.”   

“Well, it does on me, only for a little while though. And besides,” Sonic shrugs before taking the last drag of his own and killing it off in the ashtray, “don’t you want to relax for like, one little minute?”  

“I don’t need to relax-”  

A startled and obnoxiously loud laugh left Sonic’s mouth at this as he doubled over, “You can’t be serious.”  

Sonic’s laughter filled the room as he failed to get a hold of himself, tiny tears of mirth falling from his lashes as he hiccupped. Meanwhile, Shadow’s own frown continued to grow as he watched this odd behaviour from the hero.  

Would he really be acting like... this , just from a tiny little cigarette?  

Sonic’s laughter died down and was replaced by a smug smirk.  

“Anyway, even though I reaalllyyy want to see you let loose, it’s probably for the best you don’t. I don’t think you’d handle it that well honestly.”  

“Oh, and why is that?” A snarl threatened its way out of Shadow’s mouth as his lip curled, his annoyance of the blue hedgehog continuing to grow.  

Sonic shrugged, “It takes a good method to smoke, you know? I just don’t think it’s in your skillset.”  

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He spat, a hand reaching out on its own to flick hard at Sonic’s forehead.  

Sonic was distracted enough by this to not notice as Shadow sat down on the couch next to him, but he perked up as soon as a strong gloved hand was grabbing at his wrist and tugging.  

“Wha-?”  

“Hand it over.”  

Sonic’s brow furrowed in confusion before he remembered the spare blunt still clasped in his hand. He contemplated for a moment, trying to weigh out the pros and cons of letting Shadow smoke.  

Pros: He finally chills out enough to let me enjoy my night. 
Cons: He has a bad trip and then Rouge kicks my ass. 

While he’s temporarily stuck in a loop of his own thoughts, Shadow works quickly to untangle Sonic’s fingers from the cigarette and slot it between his own lips. The sight of the hybrid, sat with his broody expression and the blunt pressed between his lips has something stirring in the pit of Sonic’s stomach.   

“Lighter?”  

Sonic just nods, mouth glued shut in case he accidentally blurts out something stupid, handing over the cheap lighter he had borrowed (stolen) from Rouge. He watches in almost awe as Shadow easily brings the lighter up to the cigarette, the flame lighting up the end and Shadow’s lips puckering around the paper-  

Smoke sputters out from Shadow’s nose before a puff exits his mouth in a similar fashion, accompanied by a deep and rattling cough that ends with a wheeze. The coughing continues and Sonic jumps into action, saving the poor blunt that was getting squeezed to death in Shadow’s hand and then patting the hybrid on the back to help him through the fit.  

“There, there.”  He coos, “That’s my bad, I should have instructed you through it.” Sonic chuckled again, fighting hard to keep them contained this time.  

The only response he received was a withering glare from Shadow as he continued to cough into the crux of his elbow.  

“I definitely recommend the ‘ Sonic’s Beginners Method to Smoking’. Success rate is 100%, by the way.” He says with a smug smile, taking a long drag from the cigarette.  

Shadow, now with his breathing under control, turns to face the hero again, one more snarky comment away from throwing Sonic out himself. But, before he can even begin to voice his displeasure with how his evening is going, Sonic’s hand is wrapping clumsily around the nape of his neck and pulling him in.  

Their noses bump for a second, before Sonic is tilting his head to lean even closer, closed mouth just an inch away, and then he’s opening his lips. Shadow sits there in muted disbelief as the smoke is pushed from Sonic’s mouth to fan across the hybrids muzzle and closed mouth, dissipating into the air around them.  

Now it’s Sonic’s turn to look annoyed, his brows furrowed as he huffs.  

“Dude. You just wasted a good hit.”  

“This is stupid.”  

 Just as he’s about to stand from the couch, a peach hand is grabbing him firmly by the nape again and pulling him in. Sonic murmurs a quiet, “Open your mouth,” before he’s taking another long drag of the cigarette.  

Shadow opens his mouth to retort back, but the hero uses this to his advantage and again his lips are hovering close to Shadow’s before he’s pouting and smoke drifts directly into Shadow’s mouth.  

The taste of smoke registers as he inhales it in, feeling as it reaches his lungs on a fiery gasp, before he’s blowing it back out into the space between them.  

Sonic’s hand on the back of his neck keeps him steady as he processes just what it is he’s doing right now, and whether he actually liked what he was doing right now.  

Before he could ponder it too much, Sonic was leaning back in, waiting for his mouth to open and then blowing more smoke inside. Shadow inhaled again and blew the remainder back out towards Sonic.  

They repeated this for a while, the back-and-forth routine of blowing and swallowing. Slowly, Shadow was starting to feel... Something . A soft glaze seemed to be covering his eyes, blinking slowly to try and focus his gaze but failing.  

Shadow didn’t have the capacity to think about it, because there Sonic is leaning in again, only this time instead of leaving a small gap between them, the feel of soft lips closing over his registers.  

Shadow tenses for a moment, his hand coming up to push at Sonic’s shoulder and give them some space. The hero pulls back with a lopsided grin, licking his own lips absentmindedly.  

“We were wasting a lot. Much better this way.” He reasoned with a shrug.  

Despite how flustered he was feeling, Shadow was inclined to agree.  

So, each time Sonic leaned in, Shadow would open his mouth and wait for the other to seal their mouths shut and pass along the dizzying smoke.  

Shadow’s head seemed to grow lighter and lighter with each pass, threatening to float away if he didn’t concentrate.  

On the last hit, Sonic dropped the stub of the blunt into the ashtray before leaning back in to press their mouths together, his now free hands linking around the back of Shadow’s neck.  

Shadow happily inhaled the last of the smoky air, exhaling it carefully from his nose. Just as he was getting used to the feel of Sonic’s warmth pressed against his side and around his neck, Sonic was pulling back to lounge easily on the couch beside him.  

Shadow sat there dazed for a moment, licking idly at his lips as the hero simply sighed, a lazy smile resting on his face.  

“Sooo? How you’ feeling?” Sonic inquires, looking over at the hybrid and taking in his stoic appearance.  

Shadow hesitates for a moment, not quite sure how he feels as the high starts to slowly drape over him.  

“Ahh, you’re the quiet type when you smoke.” Sonic drones on, his hand reaching out for one of Rouge’s throw pillows and pulling it onto his lap, “I’m jealous.”  

Before Shadow could ask just what type of high Sonic usually experienced, the hero was talking his ear off, his brain seemingly working on overtime now that all his filters had been lifted. Sonic spoke to him about his friends, what he’d been doing the past few months, gossip that Rouge had told him the last time he’d been here, and Shadow was too dazed and pliant to do anything but listen.  

It was after watching the other shovel half the mountain of snacks into his mouth, that Shadow finally roused enough to untie his tongue and ask a question.  

“Sonic... Why do you do this?”  

“Huh?”  

Shadow waves his hand lazily at the mess on the table, “This. The smoking, with Rouge. I don’t get it.”  

Sonic seems to ponder it for a moment, pouting as he trudges through his thoughts for a response, before he’s melting back into the couch with a ‘humph’ .  

“I dunno, it feels good? I don’t have to think about anything important for like three hours every month. Isn’t that great?”  

Now it’s Shadow’s turn to ponder. He’ll admit, he has been feeling pretty relaxed as they sit here and really hasn’t had an important thought flicker through his mind.  

“I suppose so.”  

Sonic sits up suddenly, twisting around to look at Shadow properly, holding his eyes.  

“Doesn’t it just feel so good to be free of... everything?”  

Shadow doesn’t respond, he just stares at the hero in front of him, seeing him in a slightly altered light for the first time.   

“If it feels so good, is once a month really enough?” Shadow asks.  

Before Sonic can even think of what to say to that, the front door is swinging open and Rouge’s tell-tale footsteps filter through.  

“Well, well.” Her voice has a teasing lilt as she comes into view, a smug smile on her lips, “What a surprise.”  

“Rouge! There are some snacks left if you want them.” Sonic sings, waving over to her kindly, “Nothing for you to smoke though, my bad.”  

Rouge moves to stand in front of the hybrid, hands on her hips as she leans forward to scan her eyes over him.  

“Oh, I can see that. Having fun, Honey?”  

The use of her favourite pet name tells him she’s not mad at the fact they used up her share, the smile on her face relaying that she is actually delighted by what she’s stumbled home to.  

Shadow only manages a lazy nod in response.  

“Ohh! The quiet type! Not even this can get him talking, huh?” She gawks, looking over at Sonic for confirmation.  

“Nope.”  

“I can’t believe you got Shadow to smoke with you when I wasn’t here. No fair, Blue.” Rouge whines, plopping down on the couch between them.  

Sonic beams over at her, looking around her for a second to meet Shadow’s eyes as he says, “Next time for sure.”  

There is a next time. There are many next times.  

Usually, Shadow will come home to find them in their usual routine of smoking and chatting, but now there will be a third neatly rolled up blunt waiting just for him. Often, he will join them, sitting quietly in the space of his own mind while they prattle on about their lives and he listens.  

Rouge had laughed the first time she saw Shadow try to smoke directly from the blunt, coughing up his lung just like before, Sonic shooting him a sympathetic smile. When they were together as a group, Shadow would have to struggle through the motions, hating the taste of it on his tongue, yet soldiering through just for the feeling of ease that followed it.  

That’s why Shadow liked their mid-month smoke the best.  

After their initial hang-out, Shadow had thought a lot about what Sonic had said and about how free he loved to feel. The hybrid struggled to understand then why the hero was limiting himself to feeling like this for just a few hours once a month.  

And so, he had made his move, sending off a nonchalant message to the other, simply asking him to bring over what they needed. Sonic had come over happily, and if he was curious as to why Rouge wasn’t at home, he didn’t mention it.  

Shadow had simply stated that he enjoyed feeling relaxed and at ease just as much as the other. That they should do this more often. Sonic had been eager to agree.  

“If it gets that stick out of your ass, I support it.” Sonic had joked, rewarded with a hard punch to the shoulder in return.  

So, they had sat on the couch together like they’d done now many times, except when Sonic handed him the other blunt, Shadow had shaken is head, earning a raised brow from the other.  

“You know I can’t do it well. Let’s just do it the other way.” He tsked with a scowl.  

Sonic had paused for a moment before rolling his shoulders in a lazy shrug and placing a blunt in his mouth and lighting it up. The other made its way back to the table and soon Sonic’s hand is at Shadow’s nape and kissing the smoke into his mouth again.  

After the blunt was finished, they had lounged together, Shadow slouched on the couch and Sonic on the floor by his feet, his head leaning back onto the seat, Rouge’s ugly grey pillow clutched in his lap. Shadow had arranged them a lot of snacks onto the table, occasionally popping a chip from his own bag into Sonic’s open mouth.  

“I think actually you’re not the quiet type when you smoke.”  

“Huh?”  

“At first, I really thought you were gonna get paranoid or something. But I dunno you get kinda soft when you smoke.”  

“Saying that when I have such an easy shot for crushing your windpipe?” Shadow warns, inching his hand closer to where Sonic’s head rests.  

Sonic pouts, “But you won’t. Because you like looking after me when we’re like this.” He coos, poking Shadow’s leg.  

An incredulous laugh leaves the hybrid, almost choking on the potato chip in his mouth at the idea.  

“Don’t flatter yourself, Faker.” He pinches one of Sonic’s ears, hard.  

Sonic barely reacts, opting to stare at the hybrid for a few seconds longer, with an expression that Shadow can’t read. As if he has Shadow all figured out.  

Shadow decides not to think about.  

This, then, begins their new routine. At the end of the month the three of them will meet as usual, smoking and chatting their blues away. On the second week of the month, usually on a day when Rouge is busy at the club, only the two of them will meet. Shadow will sit with his hands twitching in his lap as he fights not to react to the way Sonic’s lips press for a few seconds to his own before pulling back.  

Sonic often teases him, “The Ultimate Lifeform can’t smoke a blunt all by himself?”, but Shadow is dedicated to the bit, making sure to cough just a little whenever he inhales from the blunt directly.  

After they smoke, Shadow will then fight his strange new need to make sure Sonic is feeling relaxed, that his stress has effectively melted away, that it was worth it for him. Shadow wasn’t entirely sure why he cared so much about Sonic’s mental wellbeing after he had smoked, but he put it down to that a happy Sonic was a less annoying Sonic so in the end he won.  

Either way, Shadow is grateful for their private meet ups. It’s during their private hangouts, too, that Shadow finally learns just the type of smoker that Sonic is. The excited type. And not in the playful way.  

Whenever they smoked together, Sonic would often grab a pillow from the couch and rest it in his lap, to which Shadow thought nothing of. That is, until Rouge tsked one day, smacking Sonic on the shoulder and crying out, “Not my nice pillows. I told you to use the ugly grey one!”  

Sonic had simply smiled sheepishly and switched the pillow, resting it back over his shorts like it was nothing. And Shadow had thought it was nothing. That is until he’s got Sonic alone, knelt against his side on the couch while he puffs smoke into his mouth. It’s as Sonic leans over the table to stub out the blunt that Shadow’s attention gets side-tracked, eyes zoning in on just how tight the hero’s shorts are looking suddenly.  

Sonic must see him staring because then his view is being obstructed by the ugly grey pillow that he is starting to hate.  

“Sorry. When I relax up here,” He points up to his head, “I get a little bit too excited down here.” He points to the pillow.  

“Does that happen every time?”  

“Pretty much. Does it bother you?”  

The pillow is bothering me more.  

He responds with a curt, “No.”  

On the 15 th day of the month, Sonic makes his way past club Rouge, feeling the thump of the bass as the music streams out into the street. He speeds his way up the stairs until he’s putting in the code for the apartment, kicking off his shoes like usual at the door before making his way to the living area.  

The apartment was dark and empty, Sonic absentmindedly flicking on the lamp before sitting down on the couch and emptying the contents of his bag. All practiced routine. He’d actually arrived much earlier than usual, guessing that Shadow wasn’t back from wherever it was he disappeared to during the day.  

Not worried about it, he got to work with rolling up two neat blunts, knowing that no matter how good they looked it didn’t really matter, as either way he would be doing all the real work when it came to smoking.  

He was so focused on his task that he barely noticed the sound coming from across the room, his eyes looking up and landing on the bathroom door that was now open. Steam spilled out slowly and the next thing he sees is two red eyes glaring over at him.  

Too tongue tied to speak, Sonic just watches as the hybrid steps out of the bathroom with his fur still slightly damp and the smell of quill oil trailing behind him. It’s as he steps around the couch to look down at Sonic from directly in front that Sonic takes in his attire.  

Wearing nothing more than a pair of tight black boxers, slippers and a comically pink Hot Honey’s t-shirt, Shadow stands somehow menacingly tall before him, arms crossed over his chest where his white chest fur pokes out from the collar, a peek of fangs under his top lip.  

Sonic almost short circuits at the sight, not even high yet, but feeling something stir beneath his shorts as he stares at the hybrid.  

“You’re early.”  

And you’re-!?  

Sonic swallows the cotton out of his mouth, too sober to be fumbling this badly with his words.  

“Uh-huh. I thought you were at work, my bad... W-Why are you dressed like that?”  

At this the hybrid looks down at himself, an eyebrow raised almost in confusion.  

“Like what?”  

Like what?? You’re practically naked!  

“Your gloves and socks. You know...” He trails off, actively working hard not to stare at the tight boxers that are in the direct line of his eyes.  

Shadow seems to think something over for a moment, realising he’s probably undergoing some type of Mobian social faux pas.  

“I can put them on if it bothers you so much.” A teasing smirk curls his lip as he looks down at the other hedgehog.  

Sonic shakes his head, remembering suddenly his task from before, “Don’t worry about it, man.”  

Shadow sits down next to him with a grunt, the sweet smell of his freshly showered fur enveloping Sonic in a powerful hug that has him distracted further from his task. Shadow watches him as he works, sitting comfortably on the couch as Sonic finishes up and places one of the blunts back on the table.  

Shadow grabs the lighter, pressing the flame to the end of the blunt as it rests lightly between Sonic’s lips. Carelessly, he throws the lighter onto the table, much too distracted by Sonic leaning in to press their mouths together. A gloved hand rests at Shadow’s nape, pulling him closer and holding him in place as they get to work.  

Not a single cough leaves the hybrid as he inhales every plume of the smoke into his lungs, savouring the smoky taste before puffing out the rest. They continue like this through the first blunt, only pausing when Sonic discards the butt of it in the ashtray and makes to grab the other one.  

As they wait a little while for the high to settle over them, Sonic can’t help the way his eyes dance over Shadow’s form, enjoying the unrestricted view he has of the hybrid for once.  

“I like your t-shirt.” He blurts out, poking a finger into a firm chest, resisting the urge to stroke over the tuft of white chest fur on display, to tug on it and pull him closer.  

Shadow looks down at himself, “It was a gift.”  

“It looks good on you. The pink really brings out your- Holy shit paw pads!” Sonic almost shrieks, hands darting out to grab at one of Shadow’s bare hands.  

Black and red striped fingers are turned to reveal the soft pink pads that grace the centre of his palm and the tips of long fingers.   

“What’s so exciting about my hands, hedgehog?”  

Sonic gawks at him before remembering just how out of tune the hybrid is with Mobian social norms.  

“Because look how cute they are.”  

Shadow snatches his hand back, a glare on his features as he barks out, “They are not cute.”  

Sonic hesitates for only a moment before pulling off his own gloves, turning his hand for Shadow to see his own pink pads.  

“See. Yours are way cuter than mine.”  

“They’re exactly the same.”  

“Mmhm.” Sonic drones, distracted as he reaches out to poke at the soft pad on Shadow’s palm, sighing wistfully at how soft it is, at how long his fingers are, at how good-  

Sonic is jolted out of his spiralling thoughts by Shadow’s hand grabbing his other hand, the one still clutching onto the spare blunt. The hybrid shoots him a raised brow, moving along their antics.  

The blue hedgehog easily lights the second blunt, taking a slow inhale of the smoke before leaning into the other’s space once more, leaning his free arm along the back of the couch as it grabs at Shadow’s head and moves him how he wants.  

Sonic has to fight the creeping and frustrating feeling of his usual arousal as his high starts to wash over him, willing his thoughts to stay on task. To not think about Shadow’s bare hands, or his bare thighs that press along his own leg, or how tight that stupid T-shirt is on him.  

Despite his fight, he can’t help but ogle over the hybrid’s body every single time he pulls back to inhale more smoke, memorising every particle of Shadow for when he’s alone at home later.  

Meanwhile, Shadow was fighting his own battles, struggling to keep his hands planted firmly in his lap. But before he knew it, the tips of his fingers tingled where they were currently resting on Sonic’s thigh. This knowledge caused him to blink again, taking note of their new position.  

Unlike before where they had been simply sitting next to each other on the couch, one of Sonic’s legs was now draped over his black thighs, just a simple push and he would be straddling over his lap.  

When had that happened?  

As the high settles over them, inhibitions become obsolete, Sonic no longer caring about anything but the hedgehog in the tight pink shirt and boxer shorts beside him.  

Sonic pulls back to take the final hit, discarding the butt in a hurry before leaning back in to pass it along. This time when Sonic pulls away it was no more than an inch, seeming to think something over for a moment, before his lips are moving forward again.  

Now, Sonic latches onto Shadow’s bottom lip, pressing softly around it hesitantly. Shadow waits with bated breath to see what the next move is going to be, and when the action is repeated, the hybrid finally allows himself to let go.  

His upper lip comes down to kiss properly over peach, the distant wet smack registering in his ears as they move against each other.  

Why are we kissing again...? Oh yeah, the smoke... wait... Where’s the cigarette-? It’s finished... wait why are we kissing? Oh-  

Both of their thoughts become lost in an endless loop as the haze overtakes them, functioning only on what felt right and good .  

Kissing certainly felt good.  

Good enough that Shadow has no complaints when Sonic finally moves fully onto his lap, expressing his content with a low hum which is returned with a wagging tail from the hero.  

Sonic’s tongue traces along the hybrid’s lower lip, the hero’s lips curling into a lazy smile when Shadow’s mouth opens happily to let him lick inside. Even though Shadow wants to be disgusted by the smoky taste that comes along with Sonic’s tongue, he can’t help sucking on it lightly whenever it traces the roof of his mouth.  

The breathy sounds escaping from Sonic sink their way through the haze, collecting heavy in his stomach and sending a shiver tingling down his spine. Shadow is pretty sure he’d be happy to stay right where he is indefinitely; hands holding firmly onto blue thighs, head tilted back against the couch while Sonic completely devours his mouth.  

That is until a jolt of arousal, sharp and demanding settles over him, dragging a surprised moan from the hybrid’s throat. With bleary eyes, he blinks slowly in an attempt to focus on anything other than Sonic Sonic Sonic  

Failing that, he eventually pushes the other hedgehog back, their mouths separating with a wet pop . The space between them is heated as they openly pant into the room, and Shadow uses the small reprieve to take in the other.  

Legs spread over Shadow’s thighs, hands still looped around black shoulders to keep them close, his dishevelled t-shirt, the tent pulling at his shorts.  

Shadow’s eyes lock in on the shorts, noting the wet patch that marks the front of the grey material, and the way they twitch occasionally at the attention. The front of Shadow’s black boxers is also wet, a bead of slick visible on the cotton from where they were tented.  

A dark blush spreads its way up from Sonic’s chest to the tips of his ears as he suddenly becomes self-aware, his hand shooting out to the side to try and grab-  

The ugly grey pillow.  

Shadow’s hand is moving before he can think, grabbing on tight to Sonic’s wrist and preventing him from bringing the pillow into his lap.  

Sonic’s eyes dart around the room, intent on looking at anything but Shadow, “Sorry-”  

“I said it doesn’t bother me.”  

With an experimental tiny thrust of his hips, Shadow watches open mouthed as the hidden tip of his cock rubs teasingly against Sonic’s, almost drooling at seeing the wet patch grow bigger as more slick stains the front.  

“I can’t,” Sonic sighs quietly, “I won’t be able to stop.”  

“No one’s asking you to.”  

Sonic hesitates for only a moment, before a subtle and shy roll of Sonic’s hips has that buzz of arousal shooting up his spine again.  

“K-Keep going.” Comes Sonic’s quiet plea, his grip on Shadow’s shoulders growing tighter as he grounds himself.  

Eager to do just that, Shadow thrusts up slowly once more, the friction rubbing fleetingly against the tip and leaving them both desperate for another touch. Shadow’s hips move almost hesitantly, hyper-focused on the way the tent in Sonic’s shorts twitches with every slide against his own.  

Sonic, as impatient as ever, adjusts his thighs so he can slot himself better on Shadow’s lap, tilting his hips down on the next grind to press more firmly against the bulge underneath. This drags a needy groan from them both, Shadow’s hands moving up to hold at a blue waist and aid him in the slide of his hips.  

“Oh shit... Shadow-” Sonic keens as strong hands take control of their pace, pulling him down hard.  

Shadow can barely mumble out anything other than tight grunts as they continue to thrust against each other, and even as the haze from their high starts to diminish thanks to their high metabolism, it’s replaced instead by something arguably much worse: Lust.  

It has the hybrids hands skirting down to squeeze at Sonic’s ass, one sinking down under the waistband of the grey shorts and trailing teasingly over the material of Sonic’s underwear until they find their target. With purpose, bare fingers move down under his wagging tail to press over his hole, rubbing there in time with their increasingly sloppy thrusts.  

The new sensation has Sonic jolting, back straightening up for a second, before he’s falling forward to rest his forehead against Shadow’s shoulder with a weak moan. Wet breaths puff onto Shadow’s fur, sending shivers rolling down his spine as he basks in the pressure of Sonic grinding so achingly over his clothed cock.  

The hero seems to be having the dilemma of whether to thrust forward to relieve the tension in his cock, or to grind back and feel Shadow’s fingers pressing and teasing over his rim. The result is a chorus of almost pathetic sounding whines leaving his mouth, his hand coming down to squeeze around both their clothed lengths.  

“Fingers... Shads ! Fingers-” He cries , hips stuttering as his hand continues to stroke them both, “More... I’m so-”  

Shadow pulls back for a second, unhooking his chin from Sonic’s shoulder to peer down between them. The cotton from his boxer’s is wet, sticking to his skin and fuelling the friction that rubs just right on the underside of his cock as Sonic continues to squeeze them.  

A stuttered breath leaves the hybrid’s mouth as he moves his gaze up to scan the hero’s face; brow scrunched up in concentration, lower lip trapped between teeth, pupils blown yet energized, almost glowing in the dark evening light.  

“Sonic,” another perfect and tight tug around his cock, “Shit, Sonic- Don't say that.” Shadow groans, teasing the hero back with a pointed finger pushing teasingly on his rim.  

“I mean it,” Sonic’s fingers release them both to just focus on the hybrid’s bulge, rubbing his fingers over the sensitive head and watching as pre-cum drips through the fabric, “I can take it, c’mon.”  

Shadow shakes his head, “You don’t know what you’re saying... The cigarette-” Despite his words, he still thrusts up into Sonic’s grasp, mouth ajar as he pants.  

Sonic looks him over for a second, clearly thinking about something, before he’s leaning back close with his lips just inches from the other’s.  

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this sober. I’m fine.”   

“When you’re sober?”  

He hovers for a moment before slotting their mouths together again, sucking on Shadow’s tongue like his life depended on it. When they pull apart for air it’s almost hesitant , Sonic nosing along the tan muzzle, not yet ready to pull away, before a sigh is stuttered into a twitching black ear.  

“I told you; I get excited when I smoke. You’ve had me kissing smoke into your mouth for months , did you think I just went home and forgot about it?” Sonic continues to stroke along Shadow’s clothed cock, all while grinding back against clawed fingers, “I have to get at least two out before I can sleep. You’ve been driving me crazy, Shads.”  

Shadow rewards him with a firm press against his rim with his fingers, threatening to push in even with the barrier between them, earning a moan from the other.  

“I meant it when I said I want your fingers. Fuck I- I'll take whatever you give me, Shads, please,” He nips at Shadow’s ear before licking over the fur there, “Chaos this is all your fault, why did you have to be wearing that ! I was doing so well before. ”  

“What’s wrong with my clothes?”  

Sonic pulls back to look at his face, “You’re kidding. Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” Sonic moves to bite at Shadow’s neck playfully, “If you don’t do something about it, I’ll just do it myself when I get home.”  

“ Shit .”  

Shadow removes his hand from inside Sonic’s shorts, a flash of panic crossing the other’s face for a second, before both of Shadow’s hands are grabbing under blue thighs and he’s standing from the couch with the hero wrapped around him. His feet move on autopilot, slippers long forgotten by the couch as he pads over to his room, slamming the door shut with his foot and throwing Sonic down onto the bed.  

Sonic barely has time to right himself, hastily removing only his shorts before the weight of the hybrid presses over him, taking his place between spread legs with no hesitation. Their mouths are connected in seconds, Shadow resting low on his elbows and both hands tangled in the quills at the side of Sonic’s head while he holds him in place. The kiss is sloppy, teeth biting at lips while tongues soothe over the wounds.  

Shadow’s entire front is pressed against Sonics, his hips resuming their previous movements as he drags the line of his clothed cock over the bulge beneath him. The new angle allows for him to press much harder than before, the pressure aiding in the slow and lazy build-up of his arousal through his core.  

Sonic’s legs come up to wrap around a slim and black waist, locking his ankles at Shadow’s lower back to press him down even harder with each thrust.   

“ Oh yess !” Comes Sonic’s cry as he suddenly tenses, hips stuttering in their quick thrusts.  

But then Shadow is moving to sit up, pulling Sonic’s legs away so that he could move back and look down at the hedgehog below him. The hero laid there, mouth open and panting, legs spread, and navy-blue boxers practically soaked from the mix of their pre bunching up the material tight against his twitching cock.  

Absentmindedly, Shadow strokes a bare palm over the inside of his thigh, his hips moving in tiny and muted thrusts, just the tip rubbing over Sonic’s clothed taint.   

“Look at you,” he sighs, pressing forward teasingly against Sonic’s hole, “This position suits you, Faker. On your back, beneath me.” A smug smile plays at his lips as he brings one of Sonic’s legs to rest over his shoulder, turning his head to bite into the soft skin on his thigh.  

At this the blue hedgehog scoffs, sitting up on his elbows and shooting a playful grin back of his own, “Yeaaahhhh, right. I’m just waiting for you to hurry up and prep me so I can get on top.” He pulls his leg away from Shadow’s shoulder, noting the spot where fangs had grazed his fur, “Obviously.”  

Something sounding suspiciously close to a laugh trickles its way out of Shadow’s mouth as he leans down, nosing at Sonic’s hip, “Right.”  

Sonic watches wide eyed as the hybrid moves to grab something from the bedside drawer before hovering over where his cock is sitting patiently under his boxers, warm breath puffing over the cold, wet cotton and sending goosebumps across his stomach.  

Shadow shoots him an intense look, demanding all his attention, before he brings his open mouth down, the flat of his tongue contacting the wet spot on the navy boxers. Sonic jolts at the sensation of having a wet mouth so close yet so far from his cock, watching intently as the other sucks teasingly at the wet fabric.  

A fresh bead of pre-cum pushes through, which Shadow immediately laps up, closing his mouth around the tip and humming, as if perfectly content to just lay there and taste the hero.  

Sonic is so caught up with the sight of Shadow suckling at his underwear, that he never notices the fingers hooked in the waistband until suddenly cold air is hitting his bare skin, boxers long forgotten as they fall over the side of the bed.  

He watches in a daze as Shadow’s long tongue comes out to lick a long stripe up the shaft, from base to tip, before repeating the action. Sonic can’t take his eyes away from the way Shadow presses sloppy kisses to the tip, the hybrid’s face looking even more relaxed now that before.  

A chuckle bubbles its way from Sonic’s chest, “Who’d have thought. The best way for you to relax all along was this.” He punctuates it with a small little thrust of his hips, his cock slipping and bumping against Shadow’s cheek.  

The hybrid glowers up at him, moving the soft head of Sonic’s cock to rest at his open mouth, dangerously close to his sharp canines as if in warning. Just as Sonic was about to stutter out a plea of ‘be careful’, the dizzying heat of Shadow’s mouth was engulfing him.  

A choked gasp leaves Sonic as the wet seal of Shadow’s mouth sinks down, his tongue sliding over the underside of the shaft. Arousal stirs deep in the pits of Sonic’s stomach, his legs opening wider and the other taking advantage and using a hand to hold him spread open.  

Quiet moans filter through the room as Shadow sets an unhurried pace, focusing on pushing Sonic as deep down his throat as possible before swallowing around him and repeating. Sonic is so happy with his current situation, laid spread open and a hot mouth wrapped around him, that he doesn’t even notice Shadow moving his arm until a single wet finger is pressing against his taint, rubbing tiny circles there.  

The unexpected feeling has Sonic’s eyes flashing open, a surprised squeak escaping him. As he looks down to see what the hybrid is planning, their eyes meet just as Shadow’s nose is pressing down into his stomach, mouth full.  

“Ohhh, shit .” His hands come up to grab at two-toned quills, tugging at them roughly in encouragement as Shadow’s fingers move lower.  

Sonic is so close to getting what he wants, and the anticipation has shivers running down his spine, his dick twitching as he thinks about just how good Shadow’s long fingers are going to feel.  

A wet finger circles teasingly at his rim, increasing the pressure just slightly, the calloused texture of his finger pads enough to drive the hero crazy. The clawed tip of a finger dips in for merely a second before pulling out again.  

“C’mon, don’t tease. I-” Sonic stutters after a particularly strong suck, Shadow’s cheeks going hollow at the action, “I’ve been good, so good. For so long.”   

Shadow hums around him, perhaps in agreement because the next moment a long finger is pushing in all the way to the knuckle. Sonic’s mouth opens in a silent yell as he wills himself not to start thrusting himself against the other’s hand, wanting to keep being good for the hybrid.  

He’s rewarded for his patience soon enough, because then a second finger is pushing in, pumping in and out shallowly as Sonic’s tight hole squeezes around them. Meanwhile, Shadow never falters in the movement of his mouth, moving up and down the shaft at a steady pace, occasionally pausing at the base just to suck hard before moving again.  

Despite Sonic’s urge to be good, it flies out the window the second Shadow starts scissoring his fingers, the hero’s hands holding the other’s head still while he thrusts up sloppily into the wet heat before grinding back down onto the fingers.  

“Shads, yes-Ah! More.”   

A well-timed thrust from two crooked fingers has Sonic tensing, a punched out and desperate moan gasping from his mouth as Shadow finds the perfect spot to tease him, the sensation almost being enough to cross his eyes.   

As Shadow begins to stroke, slow and hard over Sonic’s prostate, he pulls his mouth off the hero’s shaft, letting it fall to rest on a peach stomach. The hybrid watches intently as his fingers disappear into Sonic’s heat, feeling him tighten at every rub over his sweet spot, as if urging Shadow deeper.  

Shadow watches almost in awe as he curls his fingers back towards himself before pushing them straight again, forcing a stream of clear slick from Sonic’s cock in a long spurt. He repeats the action, watching as more slick slides down the shaft to gather on his fur.  

At this point, Sonic’s legs are bent with his feet hovering high, eyes rolled back and mouth open to let out unrestricted gasps as his prostate is abused.   

“That’s it,” Shadow coos, moving his free hand to rub just under the head of Sonic’s cock and encourage more slick out, “Do my fingers feel good? Just like you imagined?” He punctuates it with another curl of his fingers.  

A continuous stream of moans escapes Sonic, a pool of slick gathering on his stomach and soaking into the fur as he creeps closer and closer to his finish.  

“Chaos, Shadow ! So close I can’t- I can’t.”  

Shadow chooses to ignore his cries, moving to latch his mouth back to a blue thigh and suck at the skin there. The third finger adds a more uncomfortable stretch, noted by the way Sonic tenses, a breathy groan vibrating through him as Shadow slowly starts moving his fingers again.  

“I want more, don’t let me cum yet pleaseplease-!”  

“You’ll do it like this or not at all.” Comes Shadow’s snarl, sounding final and punctuated with a hard bite to the thigh.  

Shadow’s fingers increase their speed, and he notes how Sonic’s toes curl and his eyes flutter closed, nearing the edge as his sweet spot is bumped and teased. Slick continues to pool onto his navel, his cock twitching and begging for some attention.  

It’s when Sonic’s cries turn into almost desperate whimpers that Shadow makes the move, leaning up press his mouth back to the neglected cock, pressing a wet kiss to the head before sucking just the tip back inside.   

Sonic’s body seizes, as if trying to move away from the stimulation and further into it, head tilting back at an uncomfortable angle as his hips move on their own accord, chasing the rush that no cigarette ever comes close to. It’s with a firm rub over his prostate and a gentle suck of his cock that he’s spilling into Shadow’s mouth, hands gripping tightly into the other’s quills, holding him still as he moves in muted thrusts into the wet mouth.  

A moment later and he goes boneless, legs sinking back down onto the mattress, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to gather the cluttered thoughts racing through his head. He’s barely halfway to processing that he’s still hard when a hand grabs at his face, rough fingers pulling his mouth open and holding him still before the hybrid’s lips are pressing over his, in a crude imitation of what they’d done on the couch.  

Instead of getting a mouthful of the hybrid’s tongue as he had expected, he’s instead dominated by the taste of himself , Shadow passing the mess between the two of them as they kiss. Sonic moans in encouragement, urging the other to give him more as the kiss turns sloppy, Shadow’s tongue licking over his lips and teeth. The strong hand still grips his chin, not allowing Sonic to do anything more than open his mouth and take it.  

Shadow pulls away for a moment, moving his free hand down to gather some of the mess that had escaped his mouth earlier and sucking it from his fingers. This time when he leans back over, instead of carefully kissing it inside, he spits directly into Sonic’s open and waiting mouth.  

This action sends Sonic’s kindling arousal soaring, a throb resonating through his abdomen and straight down his cock where it twitches on his stomach. His legs come up to squeeze at Shadow’s hips, tiny shivers running through him as he thinks about just how hot the hybrid is right now.  

Taking this all as encouragement, Shadow closes the rest of the space between them, pressing his mouth back down to Sonic’s and continuing their sloppy make-out.  

Shadow eventually pulls back after sucking on the hero’s bottom lip, eyeing up his handiwork before releasing Sonic’s chin.  

“Had to return the favour.”  

Sonic just gazes up at him with glassy eyes, muzzle a mess of drool and his own slick, willing himself to say something, anything smart and witty in response. But instead, all he can manage is shiver, his ears twitching, when he sees just how Shadow is looking at him.  

It’s then , that Sonic feels the bulge, still hidden by black boxer briefs, resting heavy over his hip. He fails to hide the whimper at the sight of Shadow leaning back on his knees to pull the pink t-shirt over his head and off, before dipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulling down.  

Sonic’s vision narrows down to where the wet fabric slowly inches down, intent on seeing every second of the show he’s got a front row ticket for. As Shadow springs out of his underwear, Sonic feels an incredulous scoff trickle out.  

“Shit, dude... You’ve been holding out on me.”  

Shadow raises a brow at the comment, grabbing Sonic’s thighs and moving forward to slot their hips together, sliding their now bare cocks along each other with long and purposeful thrusts. The motion has them both moaning as Shadow begins to spread the copious amounts of his slick all over Sonic’s shaft, bumping their tips together on every upstroke and kickstarting the fire in the hero’s gut once again.  

“Keep going, keep g- Shit! It’s so much better like this.” He gasps, rolling his own hips to aid in the friction, “N-No more underwear when we do this.”  

“Fine by me.”  

Shadow’s thrusts are firm and hard, the ribbed bumps on the underside of his cock rubbing perfectly against Sonic’s shaft, catching every so often on the soft head and pulling a moan from the hero. Sonic sits up on his elbows to watch, suddenly made very aware of their apparent size difference; Sonic is by no means small, but Shadow’s biology definitely works to his advantage.  

As Sonic’s thrust become more frantic and sloppier, Shadow’s hands come to hold at his waist, holding him down to prevent him from moving and leaving the hero at his mercy. Sonic shakes his head back and forth on the pillow in frustration, so close to getting what he wants, feeling the curl of arousal in his gut grow tense as it threatens to snap.  

Just as he’s about to cry out and beg the other to reach down and touch him, finger him, anything , Shadow’s warmth is moving away. The strong hands are removed from his waist and then his body is plopping down beside him, face looking content and maybe even a little smug.  

Sonic looks on at him in confusion and growing agitation, the residual wisps of his high leaving him feeling vulnerable.  

“Wha-?”  

“Didn’t you say something about being on top?” Shadow drawls out lazily, resting one arm behind his head in an act of complete arrogance, “Figured you can take it from here, right?”  

The blue hedgehog blinks, flashing back his own smug smile as he sits up, bringing a leg over to properly straddle Shadow’s waist.  

“Took you long enough, slowpoke.” Sonic grinds his ass back, biting his lip when the tip bumps against his hole with a teasing kiss, “I won’t hold back.”  

That was the only warning the hybrid got before Sonic was reaching down to grab at his cock and lining it up. Even Shadow couldn’t hope to hide the pleased grunt that left him as Sonic’s warm, tight heat inched down his shaft.  

Despite his previous remarks, Sonic was glad for all the previous prep as the Hybrid made space for himself inside, focusing hard not to tense around the shaft as he moved down the length.   

Once he felt the safe cushion of Shadow’s pelvis under his ass, he let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding. He sat there motionless, taking a moment to take in how full he was feeling. Just the idea of having Shadow inside him, the tapered head of his cock pressing deep and against his sweet spot has a shiver running down his spine, ears falling flat on his head as he gives a weak and muted roll of his hips.  

“Close already?” Shadow teases, watching the hero try desperately to get a hold himself together.  

“...Gimme a minute.”  

He continues to weakly grind his hips down, relishing in the way Shadow’s tip rubs just right at this angle, confident that he could get off just like this. The movement has Shadow’s free hand moving up to hold at his waist, not firm but supporting.  

“Look at you,” Shadow’s voice is low, in awe with his bottom lip bitten between sharp teeth, “Using me like one of your toys. Do I feel good?”  

Sonic nods his head fervently, “So good, chaos fuck it’s like- ooooh shit ...”  

The hero is cut off by the feel of Shadow rolling his hips up, pushing deeper for a second before rolling back down at a torturously slow pace.  

Sonic takes that as his cue to start moving, rolling his hips once, twice, before he’s leaning back to grab at Shadow’s thighs for leverage and pulling his hips up, legs wide. The smack of his ass as it lands back against Shadow’s fur has them both groaning, the continuous sounds filling the room as Sonic increases his pace.  

“ Shadow ! Shad- Nghhh! Ah... Ahh...”  

Shadow watches in an almost daze as Sonic rides him, hips rising and falling frantically as he chases his release, his neglected cock bouncing against his own stomach with every thrust.  

Sonic moves his hips selfishly, only focused on getting the angle perfect so he can crash into his own release. His mouth hangs open, lips curled into a satisfied smile as he gets closer and closer, feeling his cock throb as he starts to tighten around Shadow.  

“I’m close, touch me please please-!”  

The feel of Shadow’s warm hand teasing at his slit has his head rolling back on his shoulders, working his hips in time with the friction of calloused finger pads as they move down lower, lower-  

Just as Sonic feels the rush of his release, his balls growing tight, its gone. Something tight wraps around the base of his cock and he jolts as the dry orgasm washes over him, leaving him speechless and aching. He shudders through it, a silent cry leaving his open mouth as he’s left unsatisfied.  Slowly, he brings his head back up to try and make sense of it all, spotting a black finger and thumb wrapped tight around his shaft.  

“Dude, why?” He whines, sounding pathetic.  

“Not yet.”  

“But- But-”  

Shadow moves both his hands to Sonic’s hips, encouraging Sonic to lean forward instead, gripping at the white tufts of fur on the hybrid’s chest.  

“You’ll come with me.”  

“Gaia, you’re the worst? Do you know that?” Despite this he starts moving his hips enthusiastically again, “Your weird alien stamina and your weird alien dick. You’re lucky you’re so hot.” He grumbles as he works.  

Shadow meanwhile allows himself to sink back into bliss, closing his eyes and relishing in the feel of the other sinking down on him, squeezing him tight and stroking him perfectly. The warm, velvet heat of Sonic’s insides is unmatched, and he fears his own hand won’t do the trick anymore.  

The hybrid is content to stay just like this, the curl of his arousal licking hotly in his core as it nears its peak, moving slowly through him as he listens to Sonic moan and shake above him.   

That is until it all stops.  

Sonic subtly shifts the angle of his hips, bouncing down hard a few more times, before he pauses, an almost strangled sound leaving his mouth, and then silence. Shadow’s eyes flash open to take in the scene before him.  

Blearily, his eyes focus on the hero who is straddled on his lap, hands still fisted in white chest fur, back hunched and chest moving in deep pants. Shadow notes the way the other trembles above him, thighs clenching at his sides in waves as his hips move in the smallest of circles before he gives up. Then he repeats the action.  

A line of drool hangs from his open mouth, falling into the white fur below him, the hero seemingly unbothered about his messy state.  

It’s as his eyes move down to look at Sonic’s cock, still hard and neglected, that he begins to piece the puzzle together. As he looks lower, he notes the clear slick forming over his own black fur, watching as a long stream of it falls directly from the tip of Sonic’s cock in spurts.   

Shadow watches as Sonic continues to milk his sweet spot, massaging it perfectly with the tip of Shadow’s cock and leaving the hero winded, eyes rolled back.  

He finally gets to see Sonic completely at ease.  

“I love seeing you like this,” Shadow brings up a thumb to push the drool back into Sonic’s mouth, before pressing his thumb in and allowing the other to suck around it, “Pathetic.”  

Sonic nods his head slowly, grinding mindlessly as he tries and fails to get any momentum with his thrust.  

“Let me help you, baby.” Shadow sighs, holding tight at Sonic’s hips and bending his knees to find leverage.  

His first thrust jolts the hero from his perch, almost falling face first onto Shadow’s chest, but held up by the bruising grip at his waist. He gives the hero maybe a second of calm before he’s rocking up into that tempting tight heat.   

Sweaty hands pull at white chest fur, the hero holding on for dear life as the hybrid rocks rapidly up into him, Sonic being able to do nothing more than sit there limply and take it. Winded noises escape him as Shadow hits him deep, every rough kiss of Shadow’s tip on his prostate sending tingles down his spine, curling his toes into the sheets as his thighs squeeze at black hips.   

Sonic’s hips roll pathetically in hopes to aid the friction, subconsciously leaning forward to drag his cock against the firm muscle of Shadow’s abs, rutting desperately for his release.  

“Fuck, you’re getting tight. You like that don’t you?” The loud smack of skin hitting skin resonates through the room as he increases the pace, “Not being in control.”  

Shadow moves a hand up to paw at the soft and round chest, squishing the fat there and relishing in the blush that creeps up to the tips of Sonic’s ears.  

Sonic is distracted enough by the hand groping at his chest, that when the same hand is suddenly pushing him hard, he doesn’t even fight it, falling off Shadow’s lap to lay sprawled on his back. Barely a second passes before the hybrid is pushing in again, now kneeling between Sonic’s legs, raised up to rest over black thighs.  

The pace is languid, focused on precision as his cock rubs over Sonic’s sweet spot, sending his mind spiralling into a complete daze.  

“I can read you like a book, Faker.” Comes that low, smug growl, “You like being told what to do. You like not making the decisions for once.”   

Sonic nods slowly into the pillow, arms thrown above his head to dangle weakly off the foot of the bed as his eyes begin to flutter, brain cloudy and warm with lust.  

“When you’re stressed, come to me. Nothing else can ever give you this .” His words are punctuated by a hard thrust against the hero’s sweet spot, “Nothing else will get you this high.”  

Sonic continues to nod, his cock twitching where it lies on his stomach at the other’s words, interested in the proposal.  

“I can do that for you, Sonic. I can take it all away.”  

At this, Shadow’s words dissipate into background noise, static filling his ears as he finally lets himself go at the complete mercy of the hedgehog above him. The hybrid aims a few more perfectly timed thrusts before Sonic is shaking, eyes rolling back as a long and almost pained moan echoes out and he spills all over himself.   

The angle sees the hero spilling his load onto his own chest, a few drops catching on his chin but being in no mind to clean it off. Instead, he just lies there limply, letting the final high of the night wash over him completely.   

A satisfied smile curls Shadow’s lips as he watches the hero finally relax, leaning forward to whisper a warm “ good boy” into twitching ears, making a detour down to lick at the mess on Sonic’s chin as his thrusts become sloppy. The rhythmic fluttering of Sonic’s hole has Shadow crying out as he spills inside, holding his hips tightly in a bid to keep the warmth surrounding him for as long as possible.  

They both pant loudly into the dark room, trying hard to collect themselves as their actions start to take hold. Slowly, Shadow pulls out, noting the mess on his bedsheets and frowning at the fact he’ll have to shower again .   

Heavily he plops down next to Sonic, the two of them staring up at the ceiling.  

“So... That happened.” Comes Sonic’s strained voice, rough around the edges because of how vocal he had been.  

“Mmhm.”  

“... Can it happen again?”  

At this, Shadow turns to face him.  

“I did offer.”  

“Well, I’m going to hold you to it.” Sonic grins before stretching out his limbs, “Just be warned, I get stressed veeryy often.”  

“Is that so?”  

“Uh-huh. I’d say at least four times a week. I live a very stressful life, you know?” He states as a matter of fact.  

“You don’t even have a job; how can you be that stressed?” Shadow grins playfully.  

Sonic twists his head to face him with a scoff, “Maybe you’re the one stressing me out.”  

Shadow pulls him closer, biting playfully at his ear before nuzzling into the fur between them, “I better get some rest then if I’m going to be busy tomorrow making it up to you.”  

Sonic nods in agreement, pressing his nose into the soft, white fur in front of him and falling asleep to the vibrating purr beside him.